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Poor little girl was trying to pet one of grand pa's bees when she was only 3 and got stung. She got over it pretty quick much better than her dad did. In 2011 (she was 11) she came to visit for a bit with out dad. I got a swarm call so was getting ready to go when she asked if she could go. I told her OK, off we went. Got to the place and had the home owner show the swarm to me. I walked to the swarm telling Leigh to stand back while I figured out the best method of collecting them. Decided a hive on a folding work table and shake them in was the ticket. I walked back to the truck to get the equipment. When I got back she was standing under them studying them. I got her to just stand for a picture.

By the time she went home she already had her what I did this summer story written out, and several pictures from grand pa of the collection. She was a hit with the quart of honey she weaseled out of grand pa and a pack of plastic spoons. Mom provide the squares of toast so every one got to sample it..

“Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.”― Shel Silverstein

This is my granddaughter, she's six years old now and has several jars of dead bees in her room. She's to the point now that if there is a bee on the grass, she will put her finger down and let the bee climb on, then bee fly's away. She hasn't been stung yet. Her little brother, 2 1/2 years old has been stung several times in their yard. There are plenty of bees in the grandkids' yard due to an apiary a few blocks down the street. Grandson can squat down and stare at the lavendar plant for a long time, and he knows how to catch bees in a jar now and runs them into the house to show mommy. Gotta get a little bee suit for him

Hey, Lazy, you can have my two. Of course, they come with their own kids, too, just in case you want a small one or two.

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“Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.”― Shel Silverstein

“Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.”― Shel Silverstein

I feel it in your future my friend... but for now you have grandhorses, granddogs, grandbees, a stray grandcat... at least they won't leave peanut butter all over your refrigerator, flush your phone down the toilet, or what my grandson did on his last visit. He's 2 1/2 years old, he was wandering around the backyard in his diaper, so cute, so we made him a sand box out of one on those blue plastic kiddie pools. He was sitting in it digging and having a good time. Grampa was busy in the yard and noticed an unusual amount of fly's in the air and tracked them to our grandson. He had pooped in his diaper, then stood up and took the diaper off flinging it a couple of feet away, and sat back down in the sand. I was in the kitchen and I hear "JEENNIIFFEERR!!!!"

Whew the picture sure makes it look cold there. Best picture I got last winter was 20 below that day.

I don't see my grand kids as much as I would like. The one pictured above is like a burr when she is here, always stuck to me. Of course she is my first and I was able to spend a lot of time with her before the rest arrived so she thinks it is her right.

“Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.”― Shel Silverstein

Gypsi

Can't laugh it makes me cough, but I have seen an open cell phone's color picture sinking through one of my aquariums, and a few diapers have gotten lost outdoors around here. I have grands 14, 10, 4, 2, and 3 months. Plus a 15 and 9 year old by my daughter's marriage. yup. seen a few surprises.

One winter I had my fleece lined winter boots standing in wait by the back door to slip on when I needed to bring in an arm load of wood. I was potty training both of my kids during that winter. I was barefoot and shoved my feet into my boots... something was wrong.... very very wrong.... It was the kind of wrong that I didn't want to pull my foot back out of the boot to see what I had just shoved my foot into. I braced myself and slowly pulled my foot out... Phew! it was an unpeeled banana that my 3 years old son had dropped into my boot ~